You know what?
I actually don't like the word tolerance very much at all. Intolerance works for me, it is honest and straightforward. Something is unsupportable, you cannot stand it, you cannot tolerate it.
Tolerance though? You still think it is stupid, wrong minded and useless, but you're going to put up, shut up and get on with your day.
Know what? That's kind of sneaky and unpleasant, a sort of lying to yourself and everyone else.
Acceptance, that's warmer and more honest.
Curiosity, I love that. What the heck is that all about? Like kids. One of the women where I work is undergoing chemo. The kids are great. Why are you wearing that scarf? Are you sick? Do you feel bad? Will your hair grow back? Will you get better?
Genuine concern and a genuine desire to understand.